What Home Means to Me

Home to me is a loving, caring place where I can be myself. I don’t have to worry about being judged, bullied, or teased. Home is irresistible to me, all the time, wherever I am, I always have an urge to just bolt home. If I’m ever feeling sad, my parents can always give me a hug, and then everything always seems fine again. If I’m ever hurt, they’ll help and give me a band-aid. My home is always welcome to me when I’m having a bad day. Home is irresistible to me, all the time, wherever I am, I always have an urge to just bolt home. When I think of home, I think of fun things to do like, play with toys, and read my favorite books for hours. I love when I can just snuggle up in bed, choose any book I want, and then I can read as much as I want. But the most important thing home means to me is love. My hardworking mom and dad, my small, cute, adorable dog, and my brother and sister. Whenever I think of home, all of my family members pop into my mind instantly. They pop into my mind faster than a blink of an eye. That is one thing home does to me. Home also means movie nights, like we have together every week. We are all close as we watch the movie. Sometimes my dad takes his time on Fridays just to have a gaming night with me. Home is surely the one and only place I will always feel I belong. It is something I have a connection with, and I will never leave home. That is what home will always mean to me.